They got me into the Sunday-School In Spoon River And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus. I could have been no worse off If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius. For, without any warning, as if it were a prank, And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley, The minister’s son, caved my ribs into my lungs, With a blow of his fist, Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin, And no children shall worship at my grave
KAITLYN WALLIS THIRD PERIOD!!!
They got me into the Sunday-School
In Spoon River
And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus.
I could have been no worse off
If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.
For, without any warning, as if it were a prank,
And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley,
The minister’s son, caved my ribs into my lungs,
With a blow of his fist,
Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin,
And no children shall worship at my grave